Max has always been Anna’s knight in shining armor. But Max has always seen her as a charming, and very sexy, little sister…

Until Max’s cold fiancé dumps him, Anna unloads another of her many conquests and she invites him over for margaritas and Mexican food. Too much tequila, too much flirting, and too many years of fighting the attraction — Max loses control and has mind blowing sex with Anna on her couch. And in her shower. And in her bed.

Anna can’t believe she has finally slipped beneath Max’s steely self-control. He is every woman’s dark, wet fantasy come true. But what happens when the Max pushes Anna for more than just A Little Harmless Sex?

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The love scenes are sweet, at the same time that they’re hot and sexy. Melissa Schroeder knows what her readers want and definitely delivers it! Kerin, Two Lips Reviews

A LITTLE HARMLESS SEX is one boiling, bubbling romance that cancertainly heat you up from head to toe. Melissa Schroeder handles an oft-repeated subject with an undeniable panache…The sex is totally wild with an emotional streak, which is just perfect. Melissa explores the feelings in superb detail, which makes you wish you had a good friend with whom you could try a relationship! If you want a buy, read and keep book then this fits the bill completely! Enjoy! Dee Herga, Romance Junkies

Ms. Schroeder writes hot, steamy sex scenes that will have the reader panting for more. Valerie, Love Romances and More

This book was intensely erotic but also very romantic. I enjoyed watching Anna and Max’s relationship progress from best friends to true soul mates. This book will have you gripped from start to finish, which is why A Little Harmless Sex is a FAR Recommended Read! - Sarah, FAR

(c) 2007, Melissa Schroeder

“Max, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

Her eyes sparkled with humor. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. No hint of another color, just green. Like the lawn behind his home in springtime. No matter how flamboyant her personality, or how seductive she was, there was always a hint of intelligence in her eyes. Anna licked her lower lip. He followed the movement, entranced by the sight of her tongue flitting out over her fuller bottom lip. His dick hardened as he thought of her using that mouth and tongue on him. His balls twitched as he imagined the feel of her lips moving over his flesh, the heat of her mouth against his cock.

“What I was talking about is my problem with men.”

“You don’t have problems with men.” In Max’s opinion, men came too easily for her. For a girl who’d barely dated in high school, she’d made up for lost time. “You date too much.”

Anna collapsed against the arm of the sofa in a fit of laughter. “What you mean is I fuck too many guys. I don’t sleep with all of them, Max. But, on the other hand, I’m not embarrassed by my sexuality.”

“Of course not. You brag about it.”

She nudged him with her foot. “I do not. I just don’t hide it. And truth is, there’s a double standard. No one in this freaking town thinks anything of a man having a sex life, but they still hold the antiquated idea that women are supposed to be virgins or hate sex.”

He really wished she would quit talking about sex. Talking about sex was the next thing to having it. Sitting so close, he could feel the heat of her body. It was wreaking havoc with his thought process. She kept talking about sex and each time she said the word it reminded him he couldn’t touch. Which just sucked, and—to quote Anna herself—not in a good way.

She poured herself another shot. Lick, drink, suck. Max shifted, trying to ease the ache in his balls. She purred, her enjoyment of the drink almost making him come in his pants.

Anna leaned back against the multitude of pillows piled on her red sofa. Her dark curls spilled over the vibrant colors. She made the perfect picture of a sensual gypsy. His heart smacked against his chest at the sight of her crooked smile.

“No, I think I figured out that I measure every man against you.”

The thought of Anna measuring men’s dicks with a ruler popped into his tequila-soaked brain. “You measure them? And how do you know how big I am?”

She stared at him for a moment. Confusion clouded her eyes, then dissolved into amusement. Her laughter filled the room.

“No, I don’t mean like that. Although you do have very large hands.” She took a sip and then shook her head. “No, I meant by the way they act.”

“Oh.” The heat of embarrassment crept up his neck and into his face. Anna had been right. He’d had too damn much to drink, especially if he was thinking about Anna measuring his dick.

“All I know about you in that regard is the way you kiss. And you’re very good.” Anna shrugged one shoulder. “I guess everyone thinks first kisses are special, though.”

The memory he’d shoved to the back of his brain pushed forward. He’d been home after graduation, full of himself for doing it with honors. He’d come upon Anna crying over some boy. When Anna had told him she’d never even been kissed and begged him to, Max lost control and gave in to the urge that had haunted him for six months, since the last time he’d seen her. He’d dreamed of that kiss, and more, every night for weeks.

Even after returning to work on his MBA, he’d been haunted by the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin and the thought of what it would have been like to sink into her heated pussy. He wanted nothing more than to possess the right to touch her and make her moan. The need to touch her had clawed inside him. It was wrong then, and wrong now. He still couldn’t stop the primal animal who wanted her, especially when the sane businessman was shitfaced.

“You know, that probably was a mistake,” she said, drawing him out of his memories.

He shook his head, trying his best to clear the newest image he’d invented. “Mistake?”

“Yeah, you’re a really good kisser. And then I had to go out with Tommy Reynolds later that month. He couldn’t kiss worth a damn. All spit and tongue. You’re a tough act to follow.”

The laughter faded from her eyes, replaced by something much darker. Desire so potent he felt the singe of it all the way to the soles of his feet. Blood rushed to his groin. Anna leaned closer, her wildflower scent surrounding him, arousing him. She placed her hand on the back of the couch, then lifted her leg over him and straddled his lap. Her skirt flowed over his pants. When she settled on him, the wet heat of her sex warmed his shaft. Max groaned, his body tightening in response. Her hair slid off her shoulders and brushed his chest, tickling his neck.

His lips were within inches of hers. The only thought that came to mind was taste. A stolen peach on a balmy summer morning. Sweet, delicious, irresistible. He desperately wanted to take a huge bite. She leaned closer, tempting him and driving him insane. Her tongue darted out over her plump, full lower lip. When she spoke, arousal deepened her voice. Her sweet southern accent curled around him and into his heart.

“So, Max, since you’re so good at kissing, I was wondering how good you are at fucking.”

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Well, living in Europe kinda has me used to winter, snowy, cold days....ugh.

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